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Lian Wentao had a bandage on his head and a cast on his leg. He was sitting on the bed without energy. But there was a man sitting on the chair next to the bed, holding a notebook and pen in his hand, waiting to take notes in real time.

Lian Wentao held up his eyelids and said: "I said so many words, how can I remember what I said, and I just woke up and barely had a bite to eat. You are here to ask these questions. The person who pushed me downstairs was killed." ?"

The man is from the old house, his name is Wei Yi, and he has a serious character, "The young master said, if you miss something important and something happens, you can die."

He conveyed his original words, although he did not restore Lian Xi's tone, but with his serious look, no one would think that he was lying.

Lian Wentao's blood surged and he roared angrily, "That traitor, if you don't take revenge at this time, you just want to kill me when you catch me and question me."

After yelling, I felt dizzy.

Wei Yi glanced at the bandage on his head which was already stained with red blood. He didn't want to waste time and comforted him: "Sir, please don't get excited. You should think about what you said as soon as possible."

"Especially when you are having fun with Yu Shanshan in bed, please be sure to recall carefully what you said. The other party intends to talk in a cliché. That time is the best time to talk in a cliché. Please be sure to remember it."

Lian Wentao was no longer ashamed of these things, but when he heard this, he only felt angry, "I don't remember. If Lian Xi thinks that my father is guilty of a heinous crime because he can't remember these things, then let him kill him." Got me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was kicked open with a "bang", and the person who came was none other than Lian Xi he just said.

Lian Xi was followed by Lian Jiaheng. Lian Wentao looked at the quilt with a guilty conscience and reached out to touch his head. When there was blood, he planned to pretend to be fainted first.

Wei Yi stood up and bowed to Lian Xiyi, "Master, he said he doesn't remember."

Lian Xi approached, and Lian Wentao saw that although his expression was cold, but not murderous, he asked: "The person who pushed me downstairs..."

Lian Xi said indifferently: "The old man is locked up."

Lian Wentao looked at him in surprise, "Why not just kill them?"

Lian Xi stood in front of his hospital bed and did not answer him. He looked at his plastered leg, then raised his foot and kicked it. It was not too hard, but it was enough to make Lian Wentao scream in pain.

Lian Wentao's face turned pale in pain, and the bandage on his head was almost soaked with blood.

"Do you remember?" Lian Xi stared at his face.

Lian Wentao lowered his head and almost closed his eyes. The pain was really painful, but all he could think of was flirting with Yu Shanshan in bed, and he couldn't remember saying anything else.

Lian Jiaheng nodded gently to him, "Sir, you better think about it carefully. If you can't remember, those methods of forcing a confession may not be used on you."

Lian Wentao looked at him in disbelief, "What do you mean, I am..."

Lian Jiaheng said seriously: "The master approves of the young master. As for you, it would be great if you can live peacefully without causing trouble. If you bring any bad influence to the Lian family..."

He didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but Lian Wentao understood it well enough.

This is not a threat. The Lian family does not need him as a useless puppet now, nor does he need him to reproduce.

Even as the son of Lian Zhenye and You Xiao, except for his resemblance to You Xiao when he was young, he has long since lost all that, and even the relationship between father and son is gone.

Lian Wentao gasped for a while and then said: "I have no access to the secrets of the Lian family. What I told her cannot shake the Lian family."

Lian Xi said coldly: "You still said everything. Your brain is not suitable for thinking about such complicated things."

Then he glanced at Wei Yi and said, "Stare at him. If you can't remember, just kick his feet. When your body hurts, he will always remember something."

After Lian Xi left, Lian Wentao pretended to be fainted.

Youyi called a nurse to change his bandage. During this movement, he grimaced in pain several times, and finally fainted.

Over in Paris, several people were having dinner. Claude was treating them to a Chinese restaurant tonight.

Li Yihe noticed that he didn't show any displeasure when eating Chinese food, and seemed to like it very much. He couldn't help but think that these bosses were really intangible, and it was not easy for others to find out their preferences.

I don't know how long this contract will last.

Claude put down his chopsticks and asked with a smile: "Today's opera performance happens to be Romeo and Juliet. I wonder what Mr. Ning thinks of this kind of love tragedy?"

Ning Yuchu put down his chopsticks and replied calmly: "Double death is not a love tragedy."

Claude hummed in confusion, then understood what she meant and laughed.

His bright blue eyes were shining brightly, "Mr. Ning is really interesting. He would not be sad even if he died. It is true. I agree very much."

The two of them started talking, and the other three looked at each other. Do they want to put down their chopsticks and listen to their conversation?

"I wonder if Mr. Ning is interested in walking around the streets of Paris at night?" Claude suddenly asked in Chinese.

Since arriving, they had always talked in English. Suddenly they heard a fluent Chinese speaking, and Li Yihe and the other two were startled.

Is this a separate invitation?

Ning Yuchu nodded slightly, "Okay." The reply was also in Chinese.

Paris at night is like a city that never sleeps, with lights all over the city.

People are coming and going on the street, flower sellers, street performers, couples, friends... They are busy selling enthusiastically, or singing for life and dreams.

Glancing at the bodyguards behind him, Claude looked at her with a smile, "Have they been following you like this?"

Ning Yuchu replied: "Yes, does it cause trouble to you?"

Claude smiled and shook his head, "It's a strange feeling. Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable? For example, when you are on a date, it would be very uncomfortable to be watched from behind."

Ning Yuchu smiled lightly, "No, they have been with me for more than ten years and they don't make me feel uncomfortable."

Claude chuckled, "Well, that's it."

Ning Yuchu lowered his head and told the news, and soon the bodyguard behind him left.

Claude noticed, "No need to accommodate me, it doesn't matter if they follow." His voice was clean and gentle.

"They are very conspicuous following me, so I asked them to go to a dark place." Ning Yuchu replied.

There was a distance of two people's width between them. Sometimes they would meet passers-by, and they would scatter away when they gave way.

Claude proposed the walk, and he walked aimlessly. Occasionally he met one or two homeless people, and Claude generously gave them money.

In a crowded place, people will inevitably notice them. Some people say hello to Claude and ask him in French, "Mr. Albert, is this your girlfriend?"

Albert smiled and said: "Is it similar?"